Years ago, I think during his early college days, my older brother took up bread making. Every so often when he came home from school for the weekend, he’d stay up into the wee hours of the morning baking loaves of a simple honey wheat bread. I say simple, but the process always seemed pretty…
Challah, you’re the flavor I was missing
From the time I was in first grade through third grade, my family lived in Germany, and during that first year overseas, we lived in Egelsbach, a little German town near the Air Force base where my dad was stationed. I have a lot of great memories from our time there — spaghetti ice from…
Zucchini, meet Bread
Have you ever had one those grocery store moments when you veer away from the trusty list and end up buying something just because it looks great and you’re sure you’ll discover the perfect use for it? Although I tend to be a strict list adherer, my rebellious shopping instinct often kicks in around the…
Irish brown soda bread
My older brother has pretty mean (and by mean, I mean awesome) bread-making skills. I can’t remember when exactly he started refining his craft, but the bread-making has been a semi-annual summer and/or Christmastime event (basically every time he comes back to visit) since well before I graduated college. I’m also not quite sure what…